Confrontation

Most times, I avoid
Saying no, telling others
I am unhappy,
I stand by reflectively
Keeping discomfort hidden.
When I must speak out
My emotions take control,
Volume escalates
I am loud and shake because
I do not like to cause pain.
Mainly I suffer
When I am strong, I belong
To take care of those
Who call upon me in need
Even when it is wrong for me.

This is one of my struggles. I think life taught me and I am trying to learn better.

Momentous

The occasion flashed
By like the thunder’s rumble
In the lightning’s wake;
The calendar says days passed –
But time did not linger, no.
Nae way to savor
Except in the instant when
We paused to caress,
Present twinkling, we like stars
Became bodies made regal.
A dance, a song, lived
Evanescent, only ours,
Beautiful freedom
With one another conjoined
Still ourselves, we become us.

RaNDoM

Journals are exercise, keeping imagination fit for bigger things. No holes barred, no trapeze, why have a net? I have shared journal pages a lot over the years. It does not intimidate me, revealing creativity in the raw.

I know the hype is you should keep journals locked away, but I attempt to be as real and open as possible when I share work. If you do not use a journal, I recommend it highly for increasing your output. You may share or not, as so pleases you.

The composition book I am now using has dots instead of lines. I am unused to this. It may take a bit for my handwriting to catch up.

Being back home is somewhat lonely, but the dogs like it.

Entry 38 for September. I am shocked by how much I have worked this year. Committing to an entry per day or more has given me a structural framework. I recommend 365 projects. I have done them before. Mine – I call a Creativity Project, but if you begin, name it as you like.

As a prompt, consider your creative goals. Are you taking action to achieve them? Do you have a purpose in mind? Create something that affirms your efforts.

Thank you for spending time with me. I hope you found encouragement and inspiration. If you like, you may follow the site or come back as you like. I am working here daily. There is always something new.

Snatches of Aether

Not falling apart,
Falling into His purpose –
Embraced in His grace.

Absorbed

This time the magic
Slithers further away, each,
Every day, we try
To grasp the LOVE anyway,
Before life disintegrates.
At times a smile gives
A way to brighten all who
Fall beneath the pall
Of crushing conditions, which
Refuse to e v a p o r a t e;
Others compel us
To wait for circumstances
Improving with hope,
Often finding our dreams ran
Off with water down storm drains.

When you notice me
I realize my fears lie –
Love knows where I am;
You hug me close, hope balloons
Cruising past the clouds in love.

Desperation here
Howling with coyote wind
Sweeping up the dust
Of moments we failed to trust,
It shivers cold over us.

The goldfish google –
Eyed reminds us of ages
Sweetest innocence.

I Said, “DONE”

I normally would not do this, but necessity calls for it. Forgive the unpleasantness gentle reader. I am at a loss what else to do. The situation is long overdue a finale.

If you are a gentle reader I apologize, but I am beyond knowing how to stop this. I know he visits here. I am scared of him because he says he is coming to see me and that will not work.

Okay, dirty laundry. I shall endeavor to be more joyful in future posts.